Deep inside a dark dank hollow she waits
Crocheting a net of betrayal and pain
Surrounded by vermin and filth
Alone in self pity, disdained.
The brown recluse spider
Sits in her web and waits
Her lackluster brown fur bristles
Seeking after her next meal.
Her web is fine and neat
Almost impossible to see
He is caught unawares
Drawn in by her weakness.
But her weakness is a sham
A ploy to draw her prey closer
That they might become entangled
And vulnerable to her poison.
So subtle is her bite
So mild is her sting
Insidious and sinister
It undermines his resistance.
He sees the danger too late
He's bound tightly in her web
Struggling to be free
He is trapped all the tighter.
Now crickets are a spider's natural enemy
And none more so than the red
Sweeping in on her crimson wings
Evading the webs that cling.
Slicing mandibles cut the spiders soul
Opening wounds of the heart
Ichor flows and spills out
Leaving the spider pitiful and weak.
Biting thru the strands
She frees the hapless victim
The wise red cricket
Lets him ride upon her to freedom.
Carrying him skyward
Letting him see the true nature
Of the snare that entrapped him
That almost consumed him.
Looking down he shudders
Seeing how close he was
To total annihilation
In the spiders poison embrace.
The spider looks up and weeps
Licking her wounds and wailing
Gnashing her teeth at the cricket
That has stolen away her prize.
Now the cricket teaches him wisdom
Showing him how to avoid the snares
Safety lies with her now
Wrapped in her florid embrace.
Lying calmly now, he rests
Confidently inside her maroon folds
She has saved him from despair
And opened him to a new world.
No longer will he wander
No longer in danger will he be
Ruby red lips press against his
And he feels content, to rest.
No comments:
Post a Comment